Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know sittin' on 20's
We know reppin' your hood
But how many kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
go for the money

Ready to ride when holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the

ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, they back
that'll roll them dice and win
Girls 'fits that show the skin

Real mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a
to the LOX and Beanie

While hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest run from it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These don't know what's real out here
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You booty to shapey, can't it, wanna see you naked
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound my shit

You gon' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)